Autism: C'hele's Story

September 17, 2007

Pretty Pathetic Poetry

Filed under: Poetry — C'hele @ 10:39

These are horrible but one cannot expect much when stuff like this suddenly blurps out of one’s brain late at night. I will instead call it practice. Oh vey!

I wish the injury would go away

No one, but no one,

Could put to rights

This hearts misery of mine!

On second thought,

Those eyes hold a twinkle of mischief

And your lips curve, restraining a promise.

Silent dreams yet unspoken

Are invented by a brilliant mind.

Could you be the one? To help mend the wound of a fool such as I?

———————————————————-

Loves alternate ego is called heart ache

Creating pain so deep, it does make.

Making true love depends on the give and take

Its blessing and bliss knows not, how to be fake

Broader than the Universe and deeper than a bottomless lake,

Love decided to manifest itself like any other rake.

Who am I to fight the divine?

I then find myself in the kitchen and instead, decide to eat cake.

C’hele

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2 Comments »

  1. Pathetic? Indeed, no! I thought they were marvellous and quite went with the cake eating idea. Works for me everytime.

    Comment by Average Jane — September 17, 2007 @ 11:09

  2. I love the last bit of the second one. Sometimes pondering my deepest emotions calls for dessert.

    Comment by waxingstrange — September 20, 2007 @ 18:37


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